Central Plains Swordsman

Chapter 13 The Verse of the Sky Conqueror

The morning atmosphere around the old building was quiet and deserted. No sound of birds chirping. It was as if the fowl were mourning. As if to be saddened by the calamity sown by the poem of Death last night.

Jiu Cien was still imagining the beautiful Mei Lan. Mei Lan was crying over her sister's death. Mei Lan looked at him with gratitude. He also could not forget this horrible experience. All this time he has been through many battles but the lunge of enemies like the poem of Death he will never be able to forget. Vile, vicious and very shrewd.

Jiu Cien was still looking at Mei Chu's entourage, Mei Lan and the two Wuwei disciples who disappeared behind the forest.

Jiu Cien felt that there was something about her that Mei Lan had carried away. She was fascinated by the beauty of the girl. Her beautiful face and plump body. Jiu Cien had a strong feeling that the girl was paying attention to him. He often caught Mei Lan looking at him. And as their eyes clashed, the girl threw a smile with flickering eyes. "there's also some concern for me, but does she already have a connection with Secauci, Wuwei's disciple?" he murmured in the heart.

In a pensive state, Jiu Cien was startled by Yu Jin's call. "Jiu Cien, earlier when you were attacked, suddenly he called off his attack on you, what happened ?"

Jiu Cien could not answer. he himself did not understand why the verse of Death cancelled his attack. If the attack had continued, he could not have avoided death. "At that time I was ready with the horses of the Mighty Dragon and ready to attack with the style of the Whirling Dragon and the Infiltrating Flying Dragon, but I did not understand why he had canceled attacking, he let out a 'iiihhh' sound' like people are surprised. I don't know what surprised him."

Sima Yi cut off Jiu Cien's words. "Try, son, do you remember that man's voice, that of a man or a woman?"

"The man wore a mask, his face invisible, a body piece hidden in his long robe. When he sang the verse it was a bit difficult to distinguish his voice, but last night I was sure to hear a startled voice, his voice resembled a female voice. She must be a woman, a teacher."

Sima Yi frowned, seeming to think hard. "When the long-distance energy collide I smell the usual smell of women, the fragrance of flowers, do you also smell the same smell, Yu Jin?"

Yu Jin who was asked laughed softly. "I never know how women smell, but I did smell fresh fragrances like flowers."

"I'm not wrong, she must be a girl!" yell Sima Yi.

"Right teacher, I also smell that fragrance. But what difference does it make to a woman or a man, who is certain that he is a high-scientific vile killer."

"There's a difference to me, Jiu Cien. That's proof that the poem of Death isn't someone I know and respect very much!"

"Who do you mean, teacher ?"

"Great swordsman's science, we both pushed great Our lives were already at the end of the hair. Suddenly came the assistant. The two then engaged in combat, really a first-class swordsman fight. Before and after I never saw such a high-level fight again. Not until the fifty helpers had beaten the swordsman Takadagawe vomited blood.

The helper warrior then flew away and carried the Emperor away from the opponent's siege. He passed by while kicking the Sky Conqueror's Verse."

"The verse is the same, teacher ?"

"The verse is exactly the same. There was only one beginning verse sung by the helper but which the poet of Death did not recite last night.The verse was very famous at that time but later, after twenty-five years had passed, people are starting to forget. Put it this way,

"I come from behind the black fog I wade through the ocean of blood I am the Traveler Stretching West, Meluruk East, Moaning North, Merantau South, Kan kuremas sun on my palm Science of all sciences...!"

You broke the moon's face

The Verse of the Sky Conqueror,

No opponent, no match, no match,

"Last night the verse of Death did not develop the initial temple I came from behind the black fog, I waded through the ocean of blood. Besides that the killer was a woman, which means he's not my helper. Now the question is, if he is not my helper, then who is he ? Why does he invariably invoke the Verse of the Conqueror of Heaven every time he commits a heinous murder?"

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, Yu Jin then spoke up. "Actually the Verse of the Celestial Conqueror is said to be composed by the grandfather of Sepuh Sun Jian, a sepuh figure and legend of our college life. And few people especially among the main disciples alone understood and memorized the Verse of the Sky Conqueror." Yu Jin paused for a moment then continued. "Sima Yi, it's important to know that servant swordsman, you're the only living witness who ever witnessed his strike in the Luoyang war, you know, maybe from his science we can know whether he is Sun Jian Sepuh or not, and what does it have to do with the killer?"

"Twenty-five years have passed, every thought I have is still no answer. I just feel the science of the auxiliary grandfather is very high and difficult to measure. Sometimes I feel familiar with his silat, but the more I think the more I don't know him." Yu Jin's forehead wrinkled, a sign he was thinking hard. "It seems that this is a big secret that concerns our world of shortness. Try to focus your mind and recall the incident and tell it in detail. It might be solved."

Sima Yi sat cross-legged, his two hands closed with a pair of index fingers attached to the end of his nose. It is not easy to remember what happened twenty-five years ago. Unless it was very effective. Because if the incident is very effective will stick tight in the subconscious. To remember it one needs full concentration digging up the memory of the incident. It was very memorable for Sima Yi. There was a beautiful woman involved in it, the woman he loved dearly, Zsu Mei. The woman was killed along with all her close friends and acquaintances, even those who had been considered to be the brother of the Pendekar Tinggi later told her what she saw. The fight was terrible. The two warriors demonstrate a science that is difficult to find a match. The white-robed helper gracefully defeated the fierce and furious warrior Takadagawe. The fight was like it was plastered back before his eyes. He recounted in detail every move the white-robed swordsman played.